The Red Room.
“Guilt is perhaps the most painful companion of death.” — Coco Chanel

…her form was but a mirage as I awoke from my delirium…
The room was threadbare. Nothing but four walls; a flimsy, wooden deadlocked door; a big brass bed, all my limbs but my right chained tightly at the corners. Next to my right hand, a tiny wooden chair with a notebook, pencil, glass of water…